The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, Elisabeth Tova Bailey
O, how gentle lust alters a body, conjugates
prey into prayer.
You’re going to kill your own god
so you can fall in love for the first time.
You’re going to look at all of your options
and choose conviction.
Choose to carve your own heart out
of the side of a cliff.
Hi darling! I just found you blog and ADORE it! I wanted to suggest a poet—Chloe Stopa Hunt. She's a disabled poet and writes some really gorgeous poetry!
thank you so so much!! i just had a little look at a few of chloe’s pieces & ahhh so lovely i cant wait to have a proper read
(…) equal parts devotion